He's not in that much of a hurry

Rick nodded. "In the bathroom. Lay on your back in the shower."

Jan giggled, then ran through the house to the master bedroom shower.

Rick stopped off at the laundry room, grabbed his clothes from the dryer and dressed.

Only then did he walk into the master bedroom.

She'd changed things from when he'd lived there with her but one thing remained constant. The big brass bed in the center of the room. Early in their relationship, she'd liked being tied up during their sex. Probably because she'd been raised a proper southern Christian girl and some subconscious part of her mind had felt guilty about enjoying sex. Being tied up, being forced into pleasure, had mitigated the guilt. Now, though, Rick didn't feel comfortable with the idea of other men violating the bed he had slept in and certainly didn't enjoy the mental picture of any other man controlling Jan spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles tied to each corner of the bedstead or her entire body tied up in a bundle with her ass and pussy exposed and helpless.

He unzipped his pants, took out his dick, and stood over Jan as she lay on her back, her breasts in her hands, her mouth open to receive his gift.

"I don't want you having sex with other men without my permission," he told her.

"Does that mean you'll fuck me again?"

"No. It means you will ask my permission before you have sex with another man. I'll let you know if I want to have sex with you again."

"But..."

He cut off her complaints with a stream of pee into her mouth.

She made a face but swallowed. Of course she had to close her mouth when she swallowed which let him wash her entire face and hair with his wee.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay what?"

"Okay, master?"

"Good."

He hadn't realized how much he needed to go and made sure to wet down her entire body before shaking himself, zipping up, and heading out the door.